When attempted self-destruction does not cure a man of life, it cures him of voluntary death.
Society is no more indulgent than was the God of Genesis.
Virtue in women is perhaps a question of temperament.
The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
I'm a great poet. I don't put my poems on paper: they consist of actions and feelings.
A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.